Bree the Boyless Wonder - Prologue

by handheld

First of all, you should know that Bree's father was long gone.

He was a Marine who hadn't lasted long after coming back from Iraq. His cheating started almost immediately and escalated in direct proportion to his meth addiction.

It had been tolerable for Annette, though. For a while. Her husband had a huge, fat cock, and she'd missed it for so long. His tour had been extended and extended and extended again. Annette had worn out several magnificent vibrators waiting to get him back. Once he was home, she'd been so happy to simply have his cock inside her again that it took her several months to notice that he wasn't nearly the same man who'd left her three years before. Not even close.

But Annette had been willing to deal with it. That is, until his addiction finally ate him whole. It started simply enough: he suddenly stopped giving her his cock. And then, not long after that, he began steadily sucking their little Bree into his ever-expanding black hole of a life. Almost by accident, and that just made it so much worse.

Late one night, Annette found her nine-year-old daughter humping the face of a fifty-something skank in their utility room while her husband sat but a breath away with his cracked smile as gigantic as the needle he was jamming in his arm. He was sweating so hard, he stank so much, and he didn't even see his only daughter grinding her fat cuntlips against the nearly toothless mouth of a woman who could barely even remember her own name.

Annette decided her daughter had to be saved, even if it meant giving up any more chances at that cock she'd so eagerly, so blindly welcomed back into her life.

It had taken all the fight out of Annette just to get the divorce finalized. When it was finally over - when her husband was done even coming to the hearings, firing his lawyer, living out of his old Dodge Neon parked in the yard at a dealer's house - Annette had simply focused on work, work, work. And Bree. Keeping her busy with school. Keeping her focused on what the two of them could control.

Annette, much to her own surprise, was fine being done with cock. At least for a while. She barely even wanted to spread for her vibrators anymore. Sex was just a thing. Sex was just a memory. She had two lives to rebuild, and she didn't have time to waste on men - or cocks, or even fake cocks - anymore.

Bree had every right to have been crushed, but to Annette's surprise she'd handled it well. What Annette didn't know was that Bree truly hated her father.

Her daddy couldn't have cared less about her. So many times he had brought home women in the dead of night and fucked them on the cold linoleum floor, for God's sake, right in front of Bree's wide, wet eyes. He'd laughed more than once to see his daughter sneaking in to witness the spectacle. It was like he expected her to show up. Like he knew she couldn't help but get involved.

In the end, what got her daughter through it all, Annette was sure, was the fact that Bree was a brilliant girl. Smarter than most kids her age. Destined to do great things. She saw with clear, wise eyes. She'd figured things out. Her father was an irrevocable, self-absorbed, self-destructive ass. He was ruled by his addictions - to drugs, to whores - he chased his own shadow deeper and farther down a hole that would swallow him for good some day. He had no wife, no daughter. He didn't care, wouldn't care, couldn't care. Not ever again.

He'd used Bree for no other reason than because she'd shown up. She'd been curious. He'd made her undress and straddle the loose maw of a strung-out former grocery cashier and hotel housekeeper for no other reason than the fact that he thought it would be funny. To see his daughter molested. To force her to squat and receive her molestation like the good girl she was. And he'd barely even paid attention, even after all that.

Annette knew that the good in Bree was more than sufficient to see her through the tough months and years that stretched out ahead of the two of them as they struggled to move past the failure of the man in their lives, his absolute rejection of their importance, his disappearance into the fog of his own addictions, his life a smoke that soon vanished from their awareness altogether.

What Annette couldn't imagine was that, somehow, Bree had begun to truly love fucking older women. She wanted sex with women more than anything. Maybe because of her father. Maybe just because.

But his leaving their lives definitely opened a door. And Bree had run right on through before Annette got even a sliver of a chance to notice.

Her daughter was a little lesbian, through-and-through.